Hatred was fine. Revenge was justified. Murder was logical when necessary. The problem wasn't the doing, it was what came after. The consequences.
Joel's father was an Akuma. First to awaken his Inheritance. The burden it carried would've broken anyone else. He carried it anyway and gave himself up for people who never knew his name.
He'd spent fifteen years at the Supreme Academy without climbing a single rank. Scar had passed people like that in the halls plenty of times, unremarkable faces he'd never bothered to remember.
He understood now why nobody remembered them. They were the ones offered up whenever Quagmire, Clown of the Living, came around.
Eight years ago, the creature had appeared, and five people paid for it. Joel's father was one of them. They gave up their Inheritances, which was just a cleaner way of saying they died.
